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Under a horrible shadow
by Anonymous
This story is set in the original Battlestar Galactic universeUnder a horrible shadow
According to the head of Council Security, Shadow was a very useful commodity. Strictly, of course, it was an illegal drug, proscribed because of its addictive qualities and the massive physiological damage it did to those who used it. Under normal circumstances, Reese would have arrested anyone he found using it or dealing in it. Not on the Barge. On the Barge, Shadow was something of a necessity.
Initially, the drug was derived from a plant growing on Gemina. A few enterprising members of the Otori sect amongst the Gemonese had found that chewing the seed pods had helped fill in those long vacant years between sunstorms, when there wasn't much to do except look at the sand dunes while they waited for their priests to sanction sexual contact. The Otori were regarded as something of an aberration by the other Colonials, although some of the more thoughtful did wonder if God might be with the sect after all: despite the rarity of sexual contact, the Otori continued to thrive. Their fellow Gemonese thought them a load of fanatics with no sense of humour, the aversion to personal hygiene that always seemed the inevitable consequence of extreme religious fervour, and an inconsiderate tendency to overload maternity and obstetrics facilities every seven years.
Perhaps in reaction to the Otori beliefs, the other Gemonese developed a different set of cultural values and were famous throughout the Colonies for their free and easy approach to sex. Their socialators were famous across the twelve systems. It gave the Otori something to condemn in the pulpits, at any rate, and the Otori elders took a dark satisfaction in knowing that while there were never a lot of converts to their sexual teachings, some of their pharmacological discoveries travelled well. Shadow was perhaps the most successful. It was certainly the most addictive. The Otori kept rigorous control over the production and sales apparatus, and banked the considerable profits. An Otori might be sexually frustrated, but he had plenty of money with which to find solace.
Only a few hits, and a Shadow user could be hooked, addicted for the rest of their (probably severely curtailed) life. The name was no marketing man's dream idea: it got its name from the shadow of death it cast. Shadow was, quite literally, a killer. The hit, taken intravenously, sent an addict on a high in which all their pain - physical, mental, emotional - was dulled, where the whole world became a better, more lovely place; where they were the centre of a world of pleasure and delight. That didn't last long, of course. Within an hour or two reality had an inconvenient habit of reasserting itself, and within an hour or two of that, more Shadow was needed to make life even marginally bearable.
Shadow soaked into every cell of the body, became necessary to it, but the body demanded increasing amounts of Shadow at decreasing time intervals to get the same pleasant effect. In the poorer areas of the Colonies, in the deprived neighbourhoods where there was poverty and little chance of escape, Shadow had been rife. Shadow made it all bearable. And if an addict had to find increasingly huge amounts of Shadow to keep going, what alternative was there? In some parts of the Colonies before the Destruction, the price of a few milligrams of Shadow could have bought anything anyone could imagine - and quite a few things they probably couldn't. And while the addicts had fed their habit and fulfilled their customers' more exotic sexual fantasies, their habit went to work destroying their major organs and setting them up for cellular collapse and a painful death.
Reese used Shadow extensively. Not on himself, of course. He wasn't that stupid. But it was much easier keeping the prisoners under control if all you had to do was make them miss a hit. Delay giving them the stuff for an hour or two and he had a screaming, broken-minded wreck begging for it, pleading for it. They'd do anything for a hit. Anything at all. And then he owned them, body and soul.
And he had a good supply. A few Otori had escaped the Destruction and had brought the chemical formula with them. Like all forward looking businesses, the Shadow factories had developed new scientific production techniques - the natural production of the drug depended on too many uncontrollable factors such as rainfall levels and sunshine to be completely reliable. A few die-hard traditionalists had stuck to the old ways of producing Shadow, but the big boys were more scientific. Shadow created in the test tube was just as potent, just as addictive as the stuff you got from boiling down seed pods. Some of these entrepreneurs had survived and brought their businesses with them. Reese encouraged them, needing a constant supply of the drug to keep the Barge under even minimal control.
On a more personal note, Reese was bored with trying to tame the former Captain Apollo using just brute force. The second night when he'd gone in for him Apollo had fought like a demon, had almost killed one of the guards sent in to pacify him and tie him down for Reese. They'd done it of course. Reese had sent in five of the guards, all big men. Not even a Colonial Warrior could fight off five of them, and Reese had enjoyed the Captain's unwilling body for another night of forced sex. And every night since.
After a couple of days the guards had put Apollo into leg shackles in an attempt to limit the damage when Reese sent them into his cell to get him ready. The restraints meant that he couldn't take more than a half step, but they still had to fight him down every time. They were pretty bored with the whole thing - after all, it wasn't as though Reese was prepared to share the Captain, and although they laughed and jeered and groped at Apollo once they had him down, that was as far as Reese allowed it to go. They could beat and humiliate Apollo as much as they liked, but only Reese got to fuck him.
Reese wasn't a caring, understanding manager. He enjoyed knowing that his staff were afraid of him. He knew that they wouldn't dare complain, that they'd continue fighting Apollo into restraints for him, and he wouldn't dream of changing tactics to suit their convenience. But he was, as noted, bored with only being able to have Apollo when the latter was tied down and helpless. If nothing else, it rather limited the possible sexual positions in which to enjoy the Captain, and Reese was finding it tedious to be constantly staring at the back of Apollo's head while he fucked him. He wanted Apollo to be willing and co-operative, to use hands and mouth to pleasure his owner before being fucked in whatever position Reese wanted. He'd not achieve that by having Apollo beaten and tied. But Shadow could do it.
He didn't waste much time. The first time he'd had Apollo with the Shadow had been only a couple of weeks into the Captain's sentence. He'd prepared an unusually high dose. He wanted Apollo addicted quickly and comprehensively. Besides, he knew that in the immediate aftermath of the hit, Apollo would get a huge sexual charge. The greater the dosage, the more responsive Apollo would be.
Reese sent in the boys as usual, and when they'd fought Apollo down to the deck he'd come into the little cell, not waiting for Apollo to be tied. He'd relished telling Apollo what was to happen next, and the guards had held down Apollo's wildly struggling body as Reese got the first hypodermic into him. He'd got a tourniquet around Apollo's upper left arm despite the Captain's struggles, professionally tapped up a vein in the inside of Apollo's elbow and got in the needle, then carefully pulled back the plunger to draw some blood back into the syringe.
“ No! “ Apollo had protested, the first time he'd sounded panicked and desperate. He'd known that the Shadow would take away his ability to endure and resist. One of the guards had seen Reese nod, got an arm around Apollo's throat, choking him quiet.
Reese had just smiled into Apollo's bruised face, then simultaneously released the tourniquet and pressed home the plunger, shooting the mix of blood and drugs into Apollo's veins. Apollo gasped aloud, and almost at once the wide green eyes glazed over, unfocused. His struggles had ended abruptly, and Reese had sent the guards out at once, eager to start.
It had taken him only a minute or two to remove the shackles and strip his toy. Apollo was convulsing mildly, helpless as the Shadow hit his nervous system. Reese had grinned when he saw Apollo's enormous erection and had reached for it with both hands, enjoying the way that Apollo moaned softly and writhed as he was expertly masturbated. Reese had smiled into the glassy, unseeing green eyes, and kissed Apollo for the first time, possessively, owning, and he'd laughed when Apollo responded, tongue probing almost frantically into Reese's mouth. It was doubtful that Apollo really knew where he was and what he was doing. He was all Shadow. But that was what Reese wanted.
Apollo had made no protest, no struggle as Reese got him onto his back and lifted his legs, forcing them apart. He'd grunted softly as Reese pushed into him, pressing forward to meet him. Reese had pulled back only to thrust forward again harder, right in to the hilt. Apollo had moaned and, as Reese began to stroke, met each thrust with a powerful surge of his own. Reese was laughing, Apollo gasping with each drive forward, Apollo's hands reaching round to pull Reese in tighter and harder. Both men were moving frantically, bodies joined in a pounding rhythm. Then Reese was moving faster, yelling his pleasure as the sensitive head of his penis rubbed up and down inside the tight rectum, and the almost painful climax made him feel as if he were exploding. At the same moment, Apollo came, and Reese had felt the hot stickiness all over his hands.
Yeah, that had been pretty good, Reese had thought when he was finished and back in his office. Much more enjoyable. It had established the pattern. After that, Reese had ordered the guards in to inject Apollo every four hours, keeping to a very high dose of Shadow; at least once every day he'd follow as soon as Apollo was high and use the Captain any way he wanted, without restraints.
He expected to have his toy addicted within the week. In fact, Apollo proved to be a little tougher than he expected, but only a little. Reese's estimate wasn't far out. It had taken eight days for Apollo to start injecting himself when they left the Shadow for him. Only eight days for the Barge to destroy him.
"How long since the last hit?" Reese asked, leaning against the doorway of the tiny cell.
"He's a couple of hours overdue." Greg said. He glanced over to the Captain, who hadn't registered their presence. "He's stopped screaming, anyway"
Apollo was curled up into a ball on the narrow bunk, knees drawn up, body shaking uncontrollably. They couldn't see his face: it was buried in his arms. Reese watched him for a minute and smiled.
"Get a hit ready for him" he said. "I'll call you when I want him to have it. When he's earned it." He stepped into the cell and Greg, grinning, closed the door behind him. Reese went over the bunk and sat down beside Apollo, reaching out to smooth the tumbled black hair. There was no need to worry about getting him tied down. There was no fight left in him now.
"Not good, huh?" Reese asked with spurious sympathy.
Apollo raised his head to stare at Reese, realising for the first time that he wasn't alone. His eyes were red. He said nothing, brushed the back of his hand across his eyes to try and hide the evidence of the tears of pain and distress.
Reese continued to smooth Apollo's hair. The Captain had nice hair, thick and black, and with a mind of its own, perpetually falling into the wide green eyes. It made him look sexy and appealing. "I know it feels pretty bad right now, Apollo" Reese went on in the same falsely soothing, sympathetic tone. "And it's a pity, it really is. But you have to learn the penalty if you don't behave yourself. Your problem is that you're too stubborn for your own good."
He leaned forward and kissed Apollo on the lips. Apollo didn't react, just stared at Reese with those wide, barely focusing eyes.
"From now on you have to earn your hits, Apollo. Nothing comes for free. Especially Shadow. And you need it now, don't you."
Apollo nodded. "Please" he said, voice a whisper. "Please.."
"Better. You're getting the idea. But you know what you really have to do to earn it, don't you, Apollo?" Reese gestured at Apollo's pants and smiled, knowing he'd won and he'd not even have to ask or order.
Apollo stared at him for a long minute, torn between hate and despair. Then with a little sigh of defeat he rolled onto his back, undid the prison jeans and allowed Reese to get his hand inside. The Security Chief was smiling now, knowing that Apollo had no more defiance left in him, that Apollo would do anything he wanted. He played with Apollo for a minute or two, leaning down to kiss him. Apollo was very passive, not seeking Reese but letting him do whatever he wanted. But despite himself he grew hard under Reese's hand, moaning softly as Reese's fingers stroked down the base of his prick and down between his legs.
"Good." Reese said approvingly as Apollo parted his legs, to let Reese in without being told. He pulled Apollo's jeans down around his knees to get even better access, grinning when Apollo lifted his hips to let him and then kicked the jeans off altogether.
"Good" he said again. "Now mine", and the grin became positively triumphant when Apollo's hesitant fingers undid his pants and started caressing Reese's burgeoning erection. "Mmn - that's not bad. You can keep doing that. So, what are you going to do to earn your hit, Apollo? Use your mouth to suck me off, do you think? Use that tongue to lick and kiss me until I come into your throat? Beg me to fuck you any way I want and as hard as I want?"
Apollo nodded but didn't speak. He had no preferences. He didn't care. He'd do whatever Reese wanted if it meant he got a needle afterwards. His hands moved on Reese, matching the rhythm of Reese's stroking fingers. He gasped slightly and arched his back when a finger was pushed slowly up into him.
"Yes," Reese was almost crooning now, watching Apollo's face as he finger-fucked him. "You know what you have to do. You'll do as you're told, now. You'll be a submissive, compliant bottom for me whenever I want to fuck you. Won't you?"
Apollo nodded. "Yes" he said.
"So, what do you want right now, Apollo?" Reese got in a second finger, kept his other hand massaging and stroking Apollo's prick.
Apollo looked up into the cruelly smiling face. "Please.." he begged again, conscious only of the desperate need for Shadow and the sensation of Reese's hands on him.
"Please what?" Reese prompted.
Apollo closed his eyes for a minute, then looked pleadingly at Reese, knowing that he was defeated. He sat up, leaning forward to lick Reese's prick, taking it into his mouth, and licking at the pre-come oozing out the tip. After a few minutes he pulled back, then looked up at Reese, trying to gauge if the Security Chief was enjoying his ministrations. "Please put this where it belongs" he said. "Please fuck me, Reese. Please fuck me hard."
Reese smiled with satisfaction and took a great deal of pleasure in granting Apollo's request. After all, the Captain had begged so prettily.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit" Greg said monotonously and helplessly as he raced through the corridor's to Reese's personal quarters. "Oh shit."
He didn't wait to knock on the door. This was an emergency, and he had Reese's security codes. He tapped the codes into the security panel with shaking fingers, and hurtled into the room as soon as the door slid aside. As he expected, Reese was busy.
Apollo was on his hands and knees on the floor, head hanging, naked. Reese kneeling upright behind him and holding him just above the hips to steady himself, powered in and out of Apollo's body, daggit style. Greg could see Reese's prick, glistening with lubrication, as it plunged in between Apollo's buttocks, pulling back and thrusting forward again. Apollo's body shuddered with each thrust, and he was gasping noisily.
Reese had been using the riding quirt again, Greg saw. The once smooth skinned back and shoulders were criss-crossed with angry looking weals and cuts, some half healed, some still bleeding. Apollo had obviously done something that hadn't pleased the Security Chief, or hadn't pleased him well enough or fast enough. Reese enjoyed using the quirt. He didn't need much excuse.
"Tighter, you bastard. Tighter!" he was saying to Apollo, and he was using his hands to pull Apollo back rhythmically to meet every forward thrust of his own.
Greg wet dry lips. He'd been there with Reese, where Apollo was now. He still often was. He'd been taught by Reese to tighten the muscles in his buttocks and rectum to match Reese's rhythm and grip that surging prick hard as it was driven up into him. It sent Reese crazy to feel that hot tightness close around him. Greg slid a hand into his pants and rubbed himself vigorously as he watched, momentarily forgetting their problem. But only momentarily.
"Reese!" he yelled again, and the Security Chief drove up into Apollo and stopped his strokes, turning his head.
"What?" he demanded with understandable irritation at the distraction. His face and body were glistening with sweat, and Greg guessed that he'd been hammering away at Apollo for some time. Apollo didn't move or even turn to look at Greg. He didn't care.
"Commander Adama's here - for him. They've got release papers, Reese." There was panic in Greg's voice.
Reese stared at him fixedly. Greg, nervous, pulled his hand out of his pants, his erection suddenly melting away under that dangerous gaze. Reese looked down at Apollo. "Hell" he said, with deep feeling.
"I left him in your office, but he's yelling about getting Apollo back right now..."
"Fucking hell!" said Reese, then to Greg's astonishment he started pounding Apollo again. "Won't be a minute..."
Five or six fast, very hard strokes that had Greg wincing in sympathy, and Reese was coming, shooting his load up into Apollo's body with a grunt of satisfaction. He pulled out fast, letting Apollo collapse into a heap on the floor. Apollo lay still where he'd fallen, his breathing harsh and difficult. Reese got up, and wiped himself clean on a small towel, breathing hard.
"Release papers?" he demanded, and looked them over. All in order, down to the Council seal.
"We've got orders to go to the Rising Star, too, to arrest Sire Uri on murder and conspiracy charges..."
Reese wasn't much interested in that. "Hell" he said again, looking down at Apollo.
"What are we going to do?" Greg asked apprehensively.
"Release him, of course. Stop worrying - they can't touch us for anything. We've complete legal immunity."
"But this is the man's son..."
"Shut up. They can't do anything. He's out of his head, anyway. " Reese handed Greg the towel and turned to find his clothes. "All right. Clean him up and get him dressed. I want him back in his cell in five minutes, do you understand? Oh - and give him his needle. He just earned it."
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* Under a horrible shadow
15:46 on 2007-03-23
will there be more? seems like a good base to build from.....
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* Under a horrible shadow
17:31 on 2007-03-23 by muscle69
Great story---LOVE Battlestar!!!
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* Under a horrible shadow
20:40 on 2007-03-23
Excellent! Love visualizing that sexy stud Jamie Barber as a drug-zoinked bottom! My only regret is that there weren't more scenes of him being fucked and totally dominated.
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